Laura Ingraham Novels & Stories

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

Beatrice runs to her and hugs her fondly. We used to smile and hug each other like Beatrice is doing to Laura now. But Laura is much prettier. She's busty and curvy. Her skin is so pale that one would think she's never seen the sun. Her cleavage is visible through her half-cut bra, and she's wearing blue jeans and a jacket. "Is that Sasha?" Laura asks, and everyone falls silent. She walks toward me, halting in front of Andre and me. She avoids eye contact with Andre and bows before me.

' she seethed silently. "I see you're fine" Laura tried to control the anger from his words. "But don't you feel lonely sometimes?" Laura stood up and walked slowly and deliberately to the other side of the desk. She leaned back on the table just beside Anthony's chair. She pulled her dress up exposing her thighs. "I mean you and Avery just got divorced" Laura moved her hand slowly to touch his chest. "I've always known she was a gold digger. Just after you woke up, she left because she was only here for the one million dollars deal of marrying you in vegetable state"

Liam's holding his son tightly to his chest, weeping. I'm getting exasperated as all of this is boring until someone walks up to Laura. I can barely get a good view as she's standing behind her. This looks strategic. They talk for a while before the person pokes Laura with a cane and she starts moving. She's a lady. An old lady. She's still very careful about revealing her face to the camera so she tilts to the side, occasionally poking Laura, especially when she stops walking. Liam never raises his head during all of this.

“Anna, I have to leave. That’s the only way to protect him.” Anna nodded. “If you need anything, tell me.” Laura smiled faintly. “I’m heading south. An old classmate went back to his hometown after graduation. He’s found me a place. It’s in the mountains. A few acres of land. I can grow flowers.” Anna had never even dreamed of that kind of life. But she could picture it. And it was beautiful. “Our top dancer, moving to the mountains to grow flowers. That’s unbelievable.” Laura laughed. “Top dancer? You just love teasing me.”

Everyone must be eager to show off themselves to the young prince as they call him and Laura could see lots of ladies flocking around him already She smiled when she saw how he is struggling to keep them away and searched around with her eyes, she spot Diana and her minors hanging out at a corner and talking in a whisper, she looks away from them and search again to see Mira and a girl who appears to be her friends sitting in a corner with her mother. Laura has done her research before coming and is sure every one of them will be there, she even used her connections with the Brooks to make the invitation available to them all, and she needs to make them understand that anyone who is part of

“That was not enough, you kept me there for hours while you had a fun time with your grandmother, and you have the guts to ask me why I sat down after waiting for so long? Liam, you are a monster, and I'm not going to be prey to you like Avery. Thankfully, the universe gave me something I can use.” Her lips slowly stretched in a wide grin, I recognized this look. Laura is a very manipulative woman, and she only gets this way when she has something up her sleeves, but then I tried to think of the possible thing she has up her sleeves, what could it be? I asked no one in particular. “And now I get to make the rules around her my lovely Liam, so you better get your acts together if you still wa

Trying to calm my racing heart and the voices in my head. I knew the male voice was mine but who was the lady? Why did Laura picture trigger that memory? Who was Laura Isabella Knight?

“Stop it! I heard. I heard all of it.” I stop. “You did?” “I did,” Archer responds. He turns and looks at Laura. “Never mind the fact that she assaulted a member of the Hayes Court.” We both watch as Laura shoves what’s remaining of her hair off her head. She huffs then tries to stand on her feet. Her one heel is broken and she wobbles on it. She jabs a finger at me. “She swindled her way into it!” She screeches. “That was my spot! I deserved it! I’ve been head of supplies for three years now!”

Laura immediately corrected. “I mean, the young heir of the Crezford family is a freelance artist. I was told that he’ll be the one to draw your portrait this year. Doesn’t that make this year’s portrait special?” she giggled. “But pardon me, Miss. What do you mean by you’re not engaged at all?” Laura walks towards her dressing table. There, on top of the dresser, another photo of Olivia Reign is in a photo frame. “It’s exactly what it means,” she answers. She cannot get engaged and get married while pretending to be Olivia. That’s messed up.